Archive | February 2006

My Strange Dream

Last night, I had a dream that ratings on the daytime talk show “The View” were dropping, and they were bringing me in to host the show along with some bald guy, I think it was Scott Hamilton. They fired all the women on the show, and I told them to not blame me. The ladies were pissed but I managed to calm them down.


I said goodbye to them one by one, then Joy Behar seduced me. I tagged her then met her husband.


What does this dream mean?


P.S. I don’t think Joy Behar is the least bit attractive.


It was wild.



My Hero

I filled out an application recently, and one of the questions asked was “Who is your hero and why?” So I began to think. After several moments of soul-searching, I found my answer.

While some would list a parent, relative, teacher who they look up to, or superficially, an athlete or public figure simply because they are famous. I dug deeper.

Tony Danza is my hero. On the surface, it sounds weird, but I admire him. He’s America’s finest entertainer. Danza is the epitimoe of doing more with less. Name another entertainer who can act in sitcoms, dramas, movies, stage plays, put on a one man song-and-dance show, play an instrument, release an album, legally perform a marriage ceremony, and host his own daytime talk show. You can’t.

He’s the working man’s Regis Philbin, yet has a more versatile career. He’s Jamie Foxx without the inflated ego and Bam Bam Bigelow-esque tattoo on the back of his head.

Danza’s life in the public eye began as a boxer. When that ended, he began his climb to the top. While other boxers bit ears or designed grills in the twilight of their careers, he landed a plum role on the classic sitcom “Taxi.” That was the beginning of four decades in show business and the ascention of the Danza Empire.

After “Taxi,” Danza followed up with “Who’s the Boss?” Another classic show, even during his misstep in the latter seasons when he got a buzz cut. “Eh oh, oh eh,” and “Ey Samantda” became part of our national lexicon. Tony Micelli was a de facto womens’ rights activist, making it acceptable for macho men to become housekeepers, something that was previously a female occupation in sitcoms.

In the mid and late 1990’s, he finally proved the nay-sayers wrong when he took several roles in which his character wasn’t named “Tony.” He was nominated for an Emmy after a guest role on “The Practice.” More importantly, he wooed audiences and critics alike with his roles in the Disney TV movie “The Garbage picking, Field Goal Kicking, Philadelphia Phenomenon.” and feature film “Angels in the Outfield.”

That alone makes a star-studded career, but he didn’t stop there. Mr. Danza acted in Broadway productions, put on a one-man stage show at intimate ski lodges across the nation, and recorded an album.

In the new milleneium, Danza finally fulfilled the fantasies of millions when he donned a santa suit for his role as Tough-as-nails-criminal-with-a-soft-spot-in-his-heart Jack Clayton in the 2003 USA Network movie “Stealing Christmas.” More importantly, he got to make out with Leah Thompson.

Shortly thereafter in 2004, DanzaNation rejoyced when “The Tony Danza Show,” a syndicated daytime talk show starring Mr. Danza, began to air. Some have said his hosting skills are relegated to him oohing and ahhing over his guests and holding a “Who’s The Boss” Reunion every three weeks.

Well hey, I bet if you had Judith Light, Alyssa Milano, and the foxy old broad that played Mona as your co-workers for 8 seasons that you’d want to reunite with them as much as possible too. He’d probably organize a Taxi reunion if Danny DeVito wasn’t busy tagging Rhea Pearlman and Jeff Conaway wasn’t in and out of rehab and doing Celebrity Fit Club 3 with Bruce Vilanche.

This has hopefully answered the questions of those who thought my adoration of Tony Danza is unusual. Simply put, he’s a man that we should all aspire to be, and an entertainer that no one will ever equal. He’s a man that comes along once in a lifetime, and for that, he is my hero.